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Laurence Anyways (review)

A ridiculously overlong and self-consciously “arty” mishmash of baroque cartoonishness and moments that, to all outward appearances, are determined to be parodies of pretentious filmmaking.

Starbuck (review)

When are “lovable” movie losers even more (allegedly) lovable? When they’re all foreign and arthousey, of course!